


Ride or Die

by confirmedpanda1



Category: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
Genre: Caution towards the end, F/M, I don't relaly know how to tag this, I don't want to give away any spoilers, Injury, M/M, Otabek Altin Week 2017, otabek week 2017
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2017-10-25
Updated: 2017-10-25
Packaged: 2019-01-23 04:40:58
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,094
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12498976
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/confirmedpanda1/pseuds/confirmedpanda1
Summary: Otabek is invited to Canada by his best friend, Jean-Jacques (aka JJ ) to ride motorcycles together before the summer officially lets out and it gets too cold for them. JJ just got a new bike and pays for Otabek's entire trip, a hotel and shipping for his motorbike!





	Ride or Die

**Author's Note:**

> *TRIGGER WARNING*  
> There is contents toward the end of this fic that may require a trigger warning. As tagged above, there is an injury during this fic. Not just the background, but actually happens in the story. If you are sensitive to that kind of thing, I really don't recommend reading this. 
> 
> This is my entry for the Otabek week prompts.
> 
> 25th, Biker | Travel
> 
> I couldn't decide so I just put both in the same fic
> 
> x  
> Kas

Otabek had just gotten home from his morning jog and collecting his mail from the postal box; his daily routine since he had moved into his apartment. He was flipping through his mail, bills, advertisement letters, his paycheck and an envelope that was addressed to him - obviously - and coming from JJ’s address in Canada. He sat the stack of envelopes on the counter, stripping out of his track suit on his way to the shower.

Wait… Why is JJ sending me snail-mail?

He speed-walked his way back into the kitchen and snatched up the letter and tore it open. He emptied the contents onto the table. A plane ticket to Montreal and a small note were all that the envelope contained. He quickly picked up the note and started reading.

Beks,

      I wanted to invite you over to ride with me! I bought a new bike and I couldn’t think of a better way to say goodbye to summer than zooming down the highway with my best friend! Call me when you get this!

The King,  
JJ Leroy

He folded the note and put it back in the envelope in orderly fashion. Calling JJ would have to wait until after his shower. 

Otabek wasn’t entirely sure about the whole ordeal, but accepted his best friend’s invitation nonetheless. JJ paid for his motorcycle to be shipped to Canada, even though Otabek had told him it wasn’t necessary. He also paid for Otabek’s flight, again, insisting that it he wanted to, and a hotel for the two to stay in during his visit to Montreal. Why they couldn’t just stay at JJ’s apartment? Otabek wouldn’t know. JJ doesn’t think the same way everyone else does, this Otabek has come to both admire and loathe at the same time.

While, yes, having a colorful way of viewing everything is a good thing, to a degree; it is also very had to explain some things to JJ in a way that he fully understands. It’s equivalent to trying to explain to a hyperactive dog why it isn’t supposed to chase porcupines. 

The flight was incredibly boring and yet relaxing. Probably one of the few times he didn’t have to board a plane to compete, it was rather nice. No stress keeping him from just shutting off his mind and taking a nap. To Otabek’s surprise, there weren’t any children or babies on the plane, this time. Not that he had a problem with them, of course, but it was just something he’d observed a little while into the flight. 

JJ had planned to ride around his new bike with Otabek before it finally got too cold to ride them at all. 

Once he was off the plane and back on solid ground - Otabek had never quite liked air travel, too high up - he called JJ. His bike had arrived at JJ’s shipping address a few hours before Otabek’s flight had landed. Which, was a relief but that still didn’t give him any way to get out of the damned airport without calling a taxi or an uber. 

“Would you mind picking me up at the airport?” Otabek asked into the phone.

“Beks, I’m already outside. Hustle man! Car’s running and your baby misses you!” 

With that, he ended the call and gathered his bags; heading for the doors. He could see the hideous red paint of JJ’s jaguar. He would never understand his friend’s taste in vehicles. 

JJ was wearing his normal cocky-smirk and popped the trunk for Otabek. Once the bags were situated in the trunk, Otabek could see that JJ was accompanied by JJ’s fiance, Isabella. She was sitting in the front passenger seat so Otabek took the back seat behind JJ.

“Beks! What’ve you been into? You don’t call or text much anymore,” JJ asked as he was starting up the engine. 

“Well, the time difference is a thing and I haven’t had a lot of time to talk to anyone. Between practice, preparing for gigs, keeping up with fitness and making sure I get some sleep, I haven’t really had much free time,” Otabek explained. 

JJ nodded, seeming like he understood but Isabella - Otabek could see from the rearview mirror on her door - was rolling her eyes the entire time. He shifted in the seat uncomfortably. He didn’t think his and Isabella’s relationship was anything but okay, now he wasn’t so sure. She didn’t seem to like him - which Otabek could honestly care less about who liked him and who didn’t - but she was his best friend’s bride-to-be. They can’t have any bad blood, can they? Maybe it was something he said? 

Whatever it was, Otabek didn’t like it. It was bad enough that his boyfriend, Yuri, hated JJ’s guts. He didn’t want to be hated by the lover of his friend in return.

JJ was talking… when did he start talking? Great.

“I’m sorry man, I’m a bit jet lagged and I must’ve dozed off,” he told JJ, giving him an apologetic smile in the rearview mirror.

“No need to apologize, Beks. I know how you get about flying. Trust me, boats are worse,” JJ informed him and chuckled. 

Otabek nodded in agreement, he wasn’t going to argue about that at all. He hated boats, too much rocking. And planes were just too high off the ground. Awful means of transportation, but faster than his bike - which also couldn’t propel itself across the Atlantic ocean, either.

He dared to peek over but he had to. Isabella was once again making one of those snotty gestures. Just like the one’s you see those mean popular broads in movie’s make. Or teen tv shows.

This was starting to bug the hell out of Otabek. 

***

JJ dropped Isabella off at her apartment and Otabek claimed the front passenger seat. Reluctant at first, as if he might burst into flames for touching something she touched before him.

The ride to the hotel was quite fun, JJ and Otabek caught up a bit. Otabek filling in his friend about Yuri, how they planned to get a place together in St. Petersburg after this season ends and about someone contacting him about his music. Wanting him to start making it a serious thing, mixing stuff and selling on itunes and whatnot. 

But, when JJ started to catch Otabek up about himself, things went downhill a bit fast.

“I’m thinking about leaving Isabella..” JJ said, making Otabek stop what he was doing and whip his head around so fast he could’ve given himself whiplash.

“What do you mean? You guys are engaged,” he reasoned.

“Things aren’t like how they used to be, Beks,” he started, wiping at his eyes a bit. Otabek respectfully went back to hooking up his aux cord and waiting for JJ to continue, “She stays out late at night at this job that I’ve never seen her work at. Doesn’t answer my calls half the time, I’m surprised she even went with me to pick you up, and it wasn’t until I mentioned it was you that I was picking up that she actually agreed to come with me.”

Otabek was listening with the mocking attention of a puppy eyeing scraps. He would’ve never imagined JJ leaving Isabella. In simple terms, the man was stitched to the woman like another square on a quilt.

“Are you sure? I mean.. JJ, this isn’t just any other relationship. This is you and Bella. You asked her to marry you,” he tried to make sense of it, but that just wasn’t happening for Otabek. Did JJ think she was cheating on him? Did he think that she had a thing for Otabek instead - or worse - thought that they were having an affair behind his back? That’s impossible, Otabek has been in Kazakhstan. There was even proof of that.

“Did i mention the supposed job she has? Or that she won’t move in with me but she gladly has multiple roommates? Beks, I’ve even seen her not wearing her engagement ring a few times. Swearing she left it back in her jewelry box, which she hasn’t ever taken off until these last couple of weeks.”

Now, that, shocked Otabek. Could she really be having an affair behind JJ’s back? Didn’t they promise to save themselves for after they had gotten married… to each other?

Otabek was snapped from his small thought-investigation when he heard JJ sniffle. Well, it was more like that noise people make when they’re trying to keep snot from falling out of their face. His face was shiny and stained with tears. This was really getting to him. JJ pulled into a lot and shut off the engine. Taking a few moments, Otabek assumed, to compose himself and wipe his face before he got out and opted out of carrying Otabek’s luggage into the room. He did open the trunk for him though.

***

The next morning, they were both up early for a jog before breakfast. They had planned to ride later that evening, everything was always more enchanting during the twilight hours. Right when the fireflies decided to come out and the sun was down but it was still light enough to see what you were doing. 

They didn’t talk much on the jog, each listening to their own work-out playlists and trying to match the other’s pace. That was incredibly impossible, JJ’s legs were longer and Otabek was a bit shorter. Not really much of a difference in height, but enough that it mattered for their paces. Normally, his mornings consisted of jogging while on the phone with Yuri, but Yuri had told him he wouldn’t be getting any phone calls while he was hanging out with JJ. More about JJ being an obnoxious asshole than anything. That conversation wasn’t something Otabek wanted to repeat and he knew he would anyway whether he liked it or not because he’s dating Yuri and best friend’s with Yuri’s archnemesis, Jean-Jacques Leroy.

Otabek was about to stop for a break when JJ veered down a dirt path and began sprinting.

What the fuck…

He was confused, but he followed. Putting those thick thighs to work and bolting after his friend. 

“JJ, what the hell?!” He called out when JJ looked over his shoulder, acknowledged Otabek chasing him and started running faster - if that were possible.

Otabek groaned audibly and pushed on and tried to catch up to JJ. The trail was doing a number on his feet, it wasn’t flat or soft like the asphalt. It was more rocks and dirt and he cold feel his feet already starting to stone-bruise. His chest was heaving, he wasn’t used to sprinting like his life depended on it for long periods of time. He thought he had finally caught up to JJ but the man started climbing up some rocks on the side of a hill. 

He was out of breath, overheated, exhausted and his legs were screaming at him. He stopped when he reached the rocks and JJ was sitting on top of them. Otabek doubled over and willed himself to slow his breathing as soon as possible before he made himself sick or something. 

He heard his friend laughing. Dammit JJ. He composed himself a bit, still breathing a little rough and looked up at JJ. “Don’t you know tag when you see it?” JJ asked, smirking like an asshole.

“I wasn’t aware I was playing tag,” he felt his face contort with confusion.

“Coming down!” Was all Otabek had the chance to even hear before JJ pushed himself off the rocks and crashed down right on top of Otabek.

“Oof!” And they were both down on the ground, JJ laughing again and Otabek felt it was contagious because even he started to chuckle. “So, first you run from me like I’m a murderer and then you try to break my back?”

JJ gasped with mock offense and clapped his hand over his heart, “Beks, are you trying to say I’m fat?! And this coming from the one who A, can’t keep up and B, looked like he was going to take a heart attack from some extra physical activity.” Jean said as he was getting up off the ground and dusting himself off.

“Well, being a grown man, you aren’t exactly a feather,” he started and took JJ’s hand when he finally offered it and was hoisted up to his feet, “I couldn’t keep up because you got a head start and it took me by surprise, and extra physical activity? You forget, my boyfriend is Yuri Plisetsky.”

For a moment, JJ looked a bit baffled. Otabek thought about explaining what he meant to JJ but just as he was about to start that explanation, JJ’s eyes went wide and his jaw went slack, “Beks! I don’t need to know that!” He shouted and covered his ears like a toddler, proceeding to step away from Otabek like he had cooties.

This time, Otabek was the one laughing. A little too hard because he found himself snorting a couple of times, not being able to breathe and he knew his face was read. JJ wasn’t laughing at all, still looking like he was offended and trying to avoid the kindergarten level of imaginary germs.

It was Otabek’s turn to have some fun. JJ turned around to head back down the trail, walking not running. Obviously doing a cool down exercise on the way home. Otabek scooped up some mud out of the ditch just beside the trail - it may have just been a grove from where water runs off the hill or something - and drew his arm back like he was about to pitch a baseball. He flung it at JJ and nailed him right in the upper left of his shoulder, mud spattered everywhere. 

It was all over. Spread down in string-like beads of mud on the back of JJ’s track jacket, a big glob on the side of his head and right where Otabek had thrown it, a giant cake batter-thick ball of mud was slowly sliding down and leaving behind a trail of mud.

JJ just stopped mid-step and froze. It was like something unexpected had happened. Yeah, Otabek wasn’t the most playful person in the world but this was JJ. His best friend. He never had his guard up around JJ. 

He slowly started to turn around and, again, placed his hand over his heart, “Beks… how could you… fire when a man has his back turned!” And with that, JJ ran over and grabbed some mud smearing it down Otabek’s shirt.

Otabek felt himself go pale. What the hell had he just started? Welp. Already dirty, might as well, right? 

They went back and forth, flinging mud at each other, laughing, running around and at some point they were wrestling on the ground. JJ had Otabek technically pinned down by the shoulders, but Otabek was still trying to flip them over. Both of them were tired, breathless and quite cold considering it was still the early morning hours of the day.

Finally, they called a truce and slowly made their way back to the hotel JJ had them staying in. He still didn’t understand why his friend needed a hotel for them to stay in when he had his own apartment. He also couldn’t really care less, especially after the looks Isabella had been giving him. Otabek figured he didn’t want in the middle of that.

When they got back to their room, JJ was the first over the threshold, “I win!”

“You win, what exactly?” Otabek questioned.

JJ huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, “I made it inside first, I win.”

Otabek rolled his eyes and began undressing, peeling off layer after layer of mud-caked clothing. If JJ would tell inform him of these random competitions, that would be great. It was honestly quite interesting how JJ just out of the blue makes up small challenges when he’s the one already winning them. Otabek would almost bet that if he himself had come through the door first, there would’ve been no winner. 

While Otabek showered, JJ gathered the muddy laundry into a trash bag to take to the laundromat later. JJ was a lot more tidy than he remembered, but he guessed that was just where he’d been living with Isabella.

When Otabek got out of the shower, JJ was ordering room service for breakfast. They weren’t exactly watching their carb intake for today, apparently. Otabek didn’t mind he just hoped his friend wouldn’t get anything that Otabek wouldn’t or couldn’t eat.

Breakfast came just as JJ was getting out of the shower, himself. It was surprising to Otabek that JJ actually didn’t take almost an hour like he used to. His shower took him maybe fifteen minutes, if Otabek had to guess. That’s a record. It takes Otabek five minutes to shower and two minutes to dry then dress.

Thankfully, there wasn’t any bacon or sausage on Otabek’s plate. Just a short stack of pancakes and a side of scrambled eggs. That was more than acceptable.

 

~*~

 

As they’d planned, after breakfast the boys locked up the room and headed down to get their bikes and head out. 

Otabek let JJ lead since he was the one who planned this whole visit. 

They rode around for what seemed like forever, but it was fun. They got on the highway and took turns passing each other, showing off a bit. Otabek never liked to get too cocky when there was traffic… or ever when he was riding his motorcycle. Mostly because it was dangerous. But this time would have to be an exception. 

JJ called out something that Otabek couldn’t make out over their bike engines and the wind. It sounded like he was pointing something out so Otabek looked around to see if he could see anything interesting. He regretted it immediately. Catching sight of shipment truck with giant bold letters that read “DICK’s” on the side, he shook his head and contemplated flipping JJ the bird. He didn’t get that chance because JJ had already driven ahead and passed the truck and slowed down. That made the truck slow as well and JJ got back over into their lane and done all that on repeat thrice more. The truck skidded a bit, that made JJ stop his bullshit but Otabek could already tell that the driver was pissed.

So, he sped up to get beside JJ to basically tell him to knock it off, but JJ moved ahead and through some more cars of traffic. He shook his head and done the best he could to wave an apology to the truck driver before going after his friend. This time, JJ was pointing. Otabek turned to see what he was pointing to, again he didn’t see anything. He later found out that it was actually the landmark of Montreal Olympic Park.

They spent awhile longer on the bikes, JJ pointed more things out to Otabek and was a dick to a few more truck drivers, which Otabek was starting to get a very bad feeling about.

Otabek and JJ left the hotel around nine that morning and it was almost noon, now, so they figured it was time to head back. It was a bright day, all of the colors in the city brought out by the sun and clear blue skies. The rivers even seemed to shine on their surfaces. The day was beautiful. JJ was riding just ahead of him and seemed to be in the same state of awe as Otabek was. 

It was always a feeling of pure bliss when Otabek would ride his motorbike. The weight of the wind on his face and the free-reign always felt so relaxing. Every drop of stress would just mist right off of him and evaporate. It was a cleansing ritual all his own. He wasn’t tense, his depression couldn’t catch him and he could just bask in the adrenaline until he ran out of paved road… or until he needed to stop for fuel.

He wasn’t a lonely person, he had friends, his boyfriend and family. He also wasn’t unhappy, either. Just, something about riding bikes with his best friend and acting like idiot teenagers made him feel absolutely elated. His only regret was that he couldn’t get Yuri to come with him because he hates JJ.

They were crossing an intersection and Otabek was lost in thought, not so much so that it was a bad thing. He just seemed to be floating like he’d had something slipped in his drink at the club. Which seemed to happen regularly. The light was quickly changing, from green then to yellow and he heard JJ’s engine turn faster as he sped up, so Otabek followed suit so he wouldn’t get separated from his friend. He didn’t quite know the place like JJ and didn’t want to get lost on the way back to the hotel and end up having to stop several places for directions. 

A split moment of anxiety shot through Otabek. He was sure the light hadn’t yet turned red even if he was in the middle of the intersection, but that didn’t stop the sound of an engine or the squealing of tires. He could smell the heated rubber and the diesel fuel before a hot grill slammed into him and sent him flying. He felt like he was hit by a truck… because he was. He caught the slightest glimpse of big, familiar… bold letters that read “DICK’s” just as the trailer of the truck began to skid around and jackknife. 

He practically heard his motorcycle break to bits, if the crunch of the glass or clatter of the pieces across the asphalt had anything to say about it. His body was numb and his ears were ringing, quite a painful and annoying sound. He could still hear the commotion around him but couldn’t register anything. It was like he were underwater or everything was so far away. 

He heard a car door and someone yelling, “Ca!l an ambulance!”

Why?

And then the heavy pattern of biker boots going thunk, thunk, thunk against the asphalt. 

“Beks! Don’t fall asleep, man,” he heard JJ’s voice but it sounded distant. His ears must’ve been lying to him because he could see JJ’s face right above him. He looked horrified. “Shit, Otabek…” his head was swimming a bit, now that he thought about it, he did feel tired and his eyes were kind of heavy.

He never listened to JJ’s sporadic nonsense, but right now he was actually willing himself with everything he could, just to keep his eyes open. He tried to move and then the ugly truth of his situation hit him - probably harder than the truck - when the smallest movement put him in a world of pain and he almost screamed. He held his breath and felt his eyes sting with tears, he could even feel his face heat up and turn red. 

“Oh God, oh God, Beks don’t move!” JJ seemed to have gone even more pale, if that were possible. He already looked sickly like he were about to puke. All except his nose which was red and looked like he was cold or he’d start crying at any second. 

There was a blare of sirens in the distance - or so he thought they were distant, anyway, who the fuck knew? - and JJ looked like he was starting to tip over the edge and into a panic attack. 

He hurt, sure but he didn’t understand what was bothering JJ. He felt warm and sleepy. His eyes were getting heavier by the second and everything felt so heavy.  Almost like a comfortably heavy blanket on a cold night. He drifted for a moment and JJ wailed, “NO! Stay awake, Otabek!” That didn’t sound distant at all. His eyes flew open again just to feel even heavier. Otabek noticed JJ’s eyes fixed on something and dared to look. What filled his sight sent a terror through him that even his worst dreams couldn’t make him feel. It looked disgusting. His leg was broken. Visibly broken. Bone sticking out of his flesh kind of broken. There was a lot of blood. So. Much. Blood. The sight of the blood alone was enough of a final push for Otabek to drift to sleep. 

He could feel everything touching him. It hurt. He couldn’t open his eyes anymore. Heard his friend arguing with paramedics to let him in the ambulance with him, but they were stern when they said, “Family members only!” To which JJ replied, “He’s like my brother! He doesn’t have family here!” 

They still turned him down, unfortunately. He wasn’t aware of any other injuries he had. Definitely had a concussion. His leg was definitely broken… and his poor bike… his baby was totalled, that much he knew.

The paramedics were speaking in rushed and rapid French mixed with English all around him. He was trying to tell them that he wasn’t totally broken, but that was before they lifted him onto the stretcher. He yelled out in agony and, again, learned that wasn’t the best thing to do either because now he was choking on something and his lungs hurt. His ribs. His back. 

Oh my God, I’m going to die! 

That was the only thing that went through his mind until the pain became too much and every single sense faded out. It was like he was floating in darkness and he couldn’t find which way was up, which way was down… he wasn’t even sure his name was Otabek. Wherever he was, he wanted out and he wanted out now. He was afraid, the only thing he knew for certain was that he wanted his mother. He briefly wondered if this was what death felt like but quickly pushed that thought away. 

~*~

He woke up, feeling really cold and drowsy. His mouth was dry but he tried to swallow anyway. Dry and sticky. Tasted awful like he hadn’t brushed his teeth in a week. Gross. He had the sensation like he had to pee and then it was gone… Ah, hell. I just wet myself. Only, the bed beneath him wasn’t wet and strangely hard and uncomfortable. Not like his bed at home at all. Now that he thought about it, he was slightly inclined to a partial sitting position and that wasn’t normal at all.

This isn’t my bed… 

His nose was itching something fierce, like he’d taken way too many narcotics or something. Not that he knew what that felt like… 

He cleared his throat that felt severely underused. “Beks? You awake?” He heard the familiar sound of his friends voice and opened his eyes and immediately closed them against the bright-as-the-sun-itself light in the room. He tried to move his dominant hand to rub at them, but that hurt too much so he went against it.

Opening his eyes again, he turned his head slightly to look at JJ. His friend looked relieved and exhausted. 

Otabek looked around the room, Yuri was at his other side, his mother in the corner of the room in the recliner. Only then did he realize he was in a hospital.

“What..?” Looking down at the hideous hospital gown, some weird things suction cupped to his chest, an annoying beeping sound - the monitor just to the right corner of his bed - and the horrible smell of disinfectants and antiseptics. It was fuzzy, but he was slowly remembering what happened. He was in an accident.

“I told you that hanging out with him would be critical to your health,” Yuri reminded Otabek.

Otabek smiled a bit, “With you, I can never tell if that’s a sincere warning or a threat.”

He could practically feel Yuri rolling his eyes and JJ was chuckling. His mother got up and made an appearance at his bedside, placing a tender hand on the side of his face in motherly observation, “Are you in any pain, sweetie?”

Shaking his head was yet another mistake because now it was actually hurting, but he still declined, “No, if I have anymore of.. whatever they’re giving me, I might have to cut off my nose to stop the itching.”

“Or call a rehab facility in advance,” JJ chimed in, making everyone look at him. He was examining the morphine plunger and banana bag of drip medication. Otabek laughed softly to avoid pain, “I love you guys..”

JJ, however, jammed his thumb on the plunger about three times before Otabek’s mother got it away from him.

Yuri was just about to shout when Otabek asked, “So… what’s the damage?”

That was when the doctor entered the room, “Four broken ribs, punctured lung, concussion, several places we had to stitch closed, broken tibia, and by broken I mean it was snapped in half and sticking out of your leg,” he paused to look up from his clipboard and over his glasses at Otabek to emphasize just how bad the break actually was.

“You dislocated your shoulder and some minor whiplash. No neck brace, not that serious. Your right leg might have some weakness due to the severity of the injury, but you’ll make a full recovery and I might suggest some physical therapy. You do not have to, it’s just something that might help the strengthening process of your leg go by just a tad bit faster. Do not take it lightly that I am telling you to take it easy. We’re keeping you for another night, but noon tomorrow you may check out but I’m putting you on bedrest for the next few weeks.”

“Walking around on that leg might be more damaging than the initial injury itself so I highly advise you stay in bed unless to wash or relieve yourself,” this time the doctor gave the stern look around the room at the company. Clearly directing the last part at the rest of them and not exactly at him. Which means he would once again, be responsibility of his mother. JJ and Yuri had practice to maintain and Otabek wasn’t about to burden either of them for assistance. 

“Another piece of advice for you, Mr. Altin,” the doctor said and Otabek looked up at him, a little dopey, “Just buy a car.”

He smiled and heard his mother trying to contain her own laughter at that one.

He’s going to be alright and that’s all he needed to hear.

**Author's Note:**

> So... I don't know what happened. When I uploaded this, it didn't italicize anything that I had in italics... oops...
> 
> Kudos and comments appreciated! :)
> 
> >I also do not have a beta reader<
> 
> Come shout at me about my boys on tumblr~!
> 
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